Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.